Murilee Martin

One can only hope there's a special place in Hell for non-disabled drivers who sport a handicapped placard on the dash and park free all day at a downtown metered spot. Ideally, such a person would spend eternity trying to parallel-park a cement mixer on Telegraph Hill while squirming in agony from a hive of Bungo Strait Cancer Wasps buzzing angrily in the urethra. According to the DMV, one in sixteen state residents has now been issued a disabled parking placard and (occasional sting operations aside) enforcement is lax; last year the DMV finally decided to cancel 25,352 placards issued to deceased drivers. Meanwhile, actual handicapped people are being eyed with suspicion by enraged drivers who can't find a place to park.– Murilee Martin